"Senior Sister, when we go inside, be extremely careful. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me—matters involving ghosts are no small affair, so don't force yourself."
Mo Hua spoke earnestly.
Hua Qianqian clenched her clothes, cold sweat seeping in her palms, she nodded seriously.
After speaking, Mo Hua gently opened the door.
A strong eerie atmosphere instantly rushed towards them.
Though chillingly cold, it also carried a searing heat, as if burnt by flames, appearing unusually strange and bizarre.
Mo Hua and the two endured the discomfort and walked inside.
The room was indeed charred black; everything was almost completely burned away.
There were still some black marks where the bed used to be.
While Mo Hua was reluctant to think about it, she knew this was the ashes left behind after Senior Sister Ye Jin was burned to death.
These ashes resembled her lingering resentment in the world, refusing to dissipate.
"But..."
Mo Hua glanced around, her brows slightly furrowed.
